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That explains alot. I always used to think those guys sniping from the revenant, were just that good lol.

gave his big, hot chilli

Also the 7 Reach maps would be worth about $22, if they were in the marketplace. The remastered version is then only like 20 bucks, pretty good deal if you ask me.

time he and Kat went

spicy Moa wings with a

They will have to change alot of stuff if they wanting to make it 4 player co-op, like putting 4 cyro tubes in the first mission. Or that one mission with the drop pod, they would have to make it bigger for 4 peeps or put two. Or all those times you have to get in a warthog, only 3 guys can fit in so they would have to put another vehicle for the 4th guy. CE was made for 2 player co-op, so I'm guessing they just kept it that way.

I never actually rage quit cause of the jackpots and stuff, but the one thing that truly gets me pissed is a teammate shooting at me or just blocking me. Because I took the weapon they wanted, usually the sniper on Hemorrhage.

Haha I remember watching this a long time ago. Brings back memories.

Yes it's the same as Halo CE, so there is two player local co-op.

*facenuke*

you imagine the hold X to pick up controller and hold Y to duel wield mic options whenever you are about to play Xbox.

PART 3 Just yonder, Unholy was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Taco's place. Unholy had severely hurt his vitamin pack during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral hamsters suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the noodle. One by one they latched on to Unholy. Already weakened from his injury, Unholy yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of hamsters running off with his noodle. About three hours later, Unholy awoke, his wenis throbbing. It was dark and Unholy did not know where he was. Deep in the hazy imaginery desert, Unholy was excessively lost. Before anyone could take off their pants, he remembered that his noodle was taken by the hamsters. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a bloated hamster emerged from the swamp. It was the alpha hamster. Unholy opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the hamster sunk its teeth into his kidney. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Unholy's lungs. Less than two miles away, Taco was entombed by anguish over the loss of the noodle. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Unholy's Silverado... wishing he had found the courage to tell it that he loved it. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the noodle that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant hamsters, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. A slightly revised version of a book I have to read for English. *Randomness Released*

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of vitamins, so he knew he was running late. With a careful leap, Unholy was out of the Silverado and went sassily jaunting toward Taco's front door. Meanwhile inside, Taco was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the noodle into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his canoe. Taco was displeased but at least the noodle was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' Taco exotically purred. With a deft push, Unholy opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive coke fiend in a magic flying carpet,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Taco assured him. Unholy took a seat ridiculously far from where Taco had hidden the noodle. Taco sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Unholy was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Taco noticed a stupid look on Unholy's face. Unholy slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' Taco felt a stabbing pain in his love handle when Unholy asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the noodle right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Unholy's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's vitamins from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Unholy nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Taco could react, Unholy skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The noodle was plainly in view. Unholy stared at Taco for what what must've been six seconds. Taco groped indiscriminately in Unholy's direction, clearly desperate. Unholy grabbed the noodle and bolted for the door. It was locked. Taco let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Unholy,' he rebuked. Taco always had been a little selfish, so Unholy knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Taco did something crazy. He gripped his noodle tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. Taco looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Unholy. 'And to think, I cleaned that window frame two days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Unholy. 'You okay?' Still silence. Taco walked over to the window and looked down. Unholy was gone. TO BE CONTINUED...

sending the cat flying at

It all started when our star, Unholy, woke up in a bush. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling barely exasperated, Unholy slapped a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved noodle was missing! Immediately he called his former cellmate, Taco. Unholy had known Taco for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Taco was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... pestering. Unholy called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. Taco picked up to a very glad Unholy. Taco calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually surreptitiously sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Unholy. Why was Taco trying to distract Unholy? Because he had snuck out from Unholy's with the noodle only nine days prior. It was a eccentric little noodle... how could he resist? It didn't take long before Unholy got back to the subject at hand: his noodle. Taco shuddered. Relunctantly, Taco invited him over, assuring him they'd find the noodle. Unholy grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Taco realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the noodle and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Unholy took the homemade car, he had take at least five minutes before Unholy would get there. But if he took the Silverado? Then Taco would be abnormally screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Taco was interrupted by ten dimwitted hamsters that were lured by his noodle. Taco turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he recklessly reached for his banana and carefully slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Silverado rolling up. It was Unholy. TO BE CONTINUED...

Lunge lets you come close to the enemy real quick and kill them in one fast movement, otherwise you would have to be super close to kill them. Bulltrues are hard to get (it's why there is a medal for it). I checked some peeps medals on the reach stats section and one guy has only about 500 bulltrues for his over 5,000 games (Inheritor). Shotgun isn't just a shoot kill, you have to be at a much closer range. Usually, it takes two shots to kill one guy from where you can sword lunge. You are entitled to your opinion, but I say swordblock is fair play.

To be honest, I think sword block isn't that big of a deal. You say shotgun has an advantage because of sword block, but sword block actually evens them out. A sword can lunge at their enemy, while a shotgun can't. The lunge makes killing people with a sword much easier. Even though you can get swordblocked, barely like 30% of the people I lunge at are able to block it. And even if I do get blocked I just hit them again, it's not that hard. Also if you have sprint you can just run and slash getting alot of easy kills and swordblock allows a counter. Don't get me wrong I get pissed if a guy keeps swordblocking me. But it keeps balance in the game.

It's cool

cheesy and stringy, but then

with food nipples and which

lmao that was funny and kind of scary at the same time.

Np, I'm happy to help!

Having it would be awesome, but that was just a pic. It isn't a real helmet. You have a better chance of getting the GRD helmet.

No information about a Halo Wars 2 has been released, so I doubt it. I'm pretty sure 343i has there hands full with Halo 4/Halo CEA.

If anyone has been wondering what's going on with the Reach servers click here. This is not permanent, just some temporary maintenace or server issues. Edit: Servers are back online!